Dragoncrest Cliffs watch the masses fall

keeping vague considering! aw - sobeille would want to bury mireille

sapphique could not find its peace.

sobeille stared at the collapsed body at her feet, a deepsea wind playing along mireille’s coat. little auburn hairs stirred in gentle palisades, giving the illusion of breathing.

but mireille was very much dead.

sobeille turned her maman's body over and sniffed at her nose. it was macabre the way maman's lifeless lips shifted, gravity loosening the folds of skin that once held so much character.

she should cry.

a tic pulsed under her right eyelid. somewhere, the roar of the sea drowned out all sensation.

poison? the burgeoning storm of intestinal gases seeping through the obsidian’s mouth informed sobeille it was unlikely.

a long, slow thing unraveled in the emerald. she had only ever wished to see her legacy thrive! and yet -- at every turn was some new obstacle, some new loss.

where was sapphique without its obsidian?

she felt it shift and snake around her heart, twisting her gut.

she sent her howl into the world like a quivering arrow; full of so much hate and anger and grief that it scoured her throat and incinerated her voice; it scraped the sky and it reverberated through the great trees of their forest.

gulls wheeled overhead. the low groan of the slopping tide below.

a single tear arced down the face of a girl who now faced an unspeakable gauntlet: the remainder of her life, laid out without ever again seeing her maman.